harleyscars Chapter 25 Dead Without a Trace? The Iron Tyrant's Defenses Are Broken!
Chapter 25 Dead Without a Trace? The Iron Tyrant's Defenses Are Broken!
Chapter 25 Dead Without a Trace? The Iron Tyrant's Defenses Are Broken!
"Losing? The word 'losing' doesn't exist in my dictionary."
Horn's lips curled slightly upwards, and after saying a few words, he hung up the phone.
My gaze returned to the computer screen, where intersecting lines outlined the shape of a Gundam.
In addition, there are blueprints for Mark armor, miniature arc reactors, various weapons, and drones.
He didn't intend to put all his eggs in one basket; since he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to make use of all the knowledge he had acquired.
"Tia, put all these design drawings into my private server."
After checking several times to make sure there were no problems, Horn gave an order.
"Yes, sir."
Tia's voice came from the speaker, and the design drawings on the screen disappeared one by one.
After Horn's upgrade, its analytical capabilities, processing speed, and firewall strength have all been improved by more than a hundred times.
Horn was confident that even if Ultron came, he wouldn't be able to break through its firewall.
After finishing all this, he checked the time and found that it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, so he immediately got up and left the laboratory.
Villa Obadiahstein.
Splash—
The cups were smashed to pieces on the ground as if they were free.
More than twenty burly men in black suits stood in two neat rows, their heads bowed, letting the cups smash at their feet. Even as the flying glass shards cut their skin, they dared not utter a sound.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Didn't you tell me Hornstark was killed? Why is he in the Middle East? And why did he find Tony? And even personally rescue him!?"
Obadiah Stanislav, who was smoking a cigar, paced back and forth, veins bulging on his forehead, his face looking quite unpleasant.
Three days ago, he fled to Europe under the guise of a business trip, thinking that the matter was settled and that Stark Industries would soon fall into his hands.
After all, Tony, who was captured by the Ten Rings, was doomed, and Hornstark was blown to pieces by his men, leaving no trace of his body.
The results of it?
Not only is Hornstark still alive, but he has also secretly gone to the Middle East and safely rescued Tony as well.
This not only caused his entire plan to fall through, but Tony also announced the closure of the weapons department, which was the source of his most money!
The stock price plummeted to its daily limit, making the entire Stark Industries a laughing stock. The company also had to pay hefty default penalties, and the military's business directly benefited the neighboring Hammer Corporation.
The direct and indirect losses incurred by him are simply incalculable.
"Useless! Useless! You're all useless! You can't even handle one child! What's the point of raising you!?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Such a perfect plan had been completely ruined by a child he had never taken seriously.
"Boss, you know Hornstark's situation. He grew up under Tony's protection since he was a child. Who would have thought he was hiding his true nature so well?"
The captain in the black suit admitted that they had indeed been careless. According to the intelligence they had received, Horn was not only an excellent marksman but also incredibly skilled in combat. He even had the help of that S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Otherwise, he would have been killed by them long ago. Especially since they had witnessed the entire cabin being blown to pieces. If it were an ordinary person, how could they possibly escape?
"Hornstark!"
Obadiahstan was so angry he could grind his teeth to dust.
It's his fault! It's all his fault!
Without him, Tony would have died long ago, the Armaments Department wouldn't have been shut down, and his plan wouldn't have failed!
What truly broke his resolve was that the other party was merely Howard's adopted child; how could he possibly own 10% of Stark Industries?
"By the way, boss, didn't Tony Stark invite you to dinner tonight? Horn Stark will definitely be there too, so why not take this opportunity—"
The captain in the black suit had a sudden inspiration and came up with a plan.
"Are you fucking an idiot? What's the difference between messing with Tony now and just telling the military I'm the killer?!"
Obadiah Stane cursed as he picked up a glass and smashed it at the other man.
The captain in the black suit dared not dodge and could only stand still, letting the glass smash on his head.
Splash—
Glass shattered, head broken and bleeding.
Obadiah Stanislav didn't even glance at him, and continued, "Besides, Tony absolutely cannot die at this time!"
At this point, the image of the miniature Arc Reactor that Tony had shown him at Stark Industries earlier that day came to mind.
That's the real treasure!
If we get its design blueprints, all the previous losses will be insignificant!
Besides that, the pile of scrap metal he brought back was also quite something.
He had tried to subtly inquire about it, but Tony refused to say a word, keeping it even more secret than the miniature arc reactor, which completely piqued his curiosity.
After making inquiries, I learned that it was actually an exoskeleton suit!
If these were mass-produced, they would be more profitable than all the weapons the Ministry of Weapons has ever produced in the past!
He absolutely had to get his hands on this technology!
"Boss, we can't touch Tony, but we can touch Hornstark."
The captain in the black suit let the blood stream down his face, then lowered his head and continued making his suggestion.
"According to intelligence, he easily dealt with two fully armed terrorist groups without even harming him. Do you think you few can take him down?"
Obadiah Stane frowned; he really wanted to kill Hornstark.
"A direct confrontation will definitely not work against him, but we can—"
The captain in the black suit had already come up with a plan, and immediately stepped forward and whispered his thoughts in his ear.
"Okay, we'll do it your way."
After hearing his plan, Obadiah Stanislav pondered for two seconds, nodded in agreement, but then said, "If you fail again this time, I think you are very clear about the consequences."
The captain in the black suit breathed a sigh of relief and said confidently, "Don't worry, boss, I guarantee we'll complete the mission this time!"
7:30 p.m.
As the last ray of sunlight was about to disappear below the horizon.
A silver-white Bugatti sports car drove into the parking lot of the cliffside villa.
"Is this the allure of a supercar? The acceleration is incredible!"
Horn got out of the car, still looking like he hadn't had enough, his gaze lingering on the driver's seat.
This was the first time in his life that he had driven a supercar, and the experience it gave him completely exceeded his expectations.
As far as I can remember, Tony gave this sports car to him as a toy car for his twelfth birthday. Although he was not old enough to drive at the time, he had no problem playing around on the racetrack.
Turning my gaze away, I entered the villa and found only Pepper and the chef busy in the kitchen.
"Horn's here? Did you rest well this afternoon? Are you feeling alright?"
Hearing the noise, Pepper looked up and saw Horn. She immediately went to greet him, her face full of concern.
In the morning, she asked Tony and Horn to get full checkups, but one refused and the other secretly ran away. Fortunately, she confirmed with Rod that they had already been checked and were healthy, so she finally felt relieved and didn't insist.
"Look, I'm perfectly healthy."
With a smile on his face, just like last time in the helicopter, Horn raised his arm and did a few bodybuilding moves, "Try pinching it if you don't believe me."
"All you do is show off."
Pepper chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, then pointed to the staircase leading to the basement. "Hurry up and go to the lab, Tony's been waiting for you."